To Rita in Recovery

 

Thin as a reed

Skinny as a rail

Quiet as a mouse

Lightning speed,

Rita

 

Regardless of weather

Location or distance

Front of the line

Visor in place

Ready to race

Rita

 

Cat quiet

Through pre-race chatter

Blaring horn

And stallions prance

Shuffling feet

Butterfly dance

Rita

 

Pumping arms

Flying feet

Generating heat

Through tedious time

And so many miles

Oxygen burn

Legs churn

Rita

 

Grinding effort

Sucking air

Learned endurance

Gets you there

The finish line

Camera click

Shimmer of smile

Shutter speed quick

Rita

 

††††††††††††††††††††††† Now a different race

Slower pace

No need for speed

No greedy miles

No pleasant smiles

Stakes are high

Still can fly

Keep the faith

Hold your pace

Rita

 

Teammates look to

Your return

The start

Is the finish

To begin

Is to win

Donít have to go faster

Mercury Master

Anywhere in place

A true victory race

Rita

 

 

Debbie Hamm

January, 2004

 

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